My grandparents lived
on a golf course which looked
too green to even be real,
and while the family visited,
my cousin and I decided to race
each other toward the lake where
we could see the sun barely
setting behind the mountains,
and after we jogged side by the side
the wind began to pick up making
our hair fly all over the place
as we tried to take a picture together,
but I wanted to stay longer because
standing alone feeling a mild breeze and
watching day become a fainter, softer light
I thought of you and our park
and how much you would have loved
this exact moment, and yet,
I couldn't release the suspicion that
you were somehow right next to me the
entire time my cousin and I were
bobbing heads, smiling into a camera
on a golf course at sunset.
